Love that belongs

Dedicated to

Sherlock POV.

Molly was right. Lestrade was in the underground parking lot. Nice place too. Perfect place to reveal that I'm alive. I heard the clacking of his heels and his whistling as he walked past my hiding spot. I dashed out as he stopped, looked the other way and I pick pocketed him of his badge. He had gotten a buzz cut,t the horrible kind of hair cut. I pulled out my phone.

Lights out

SH

Lestrades POV.

A cold breeze blew past me and I looked up. My breast pocket suddenly felt empty. Strange. I thought I had brought my card with me. I shrugged an scuffed my feet to my car where suddenly, the lights went out.

Sherlock POV

I knew his exact position so as the lights went out I had exactly 10 seconds to get to him. I ran carefully and quietly. I stood right in front of him. I knew he was there cause I could here his breathing pick up. I heard him pull out his gun and take the safety off.

Well. this would go well. the lights slowly went on.

'Lestrade! Wonderful to see you' I said calmly. The look on his face kept changing from despair, to joy, to worry, Then happiness until his last face was impossible to read. The next thing I know is that Lestrade had punched me in the face and that he was hugging me.

This is my first fanfic that I promise to complete. All characters belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. His amazing creation has brought the sherlock fandom and thanks to Moffat and Gatiss, has made Sherolly believers possible. Please enjoy because this is a Sherolly fanfic and my first <3